Her Look
Timemay set his fingers there,Fix the smiles that curve aboutHer winsome mouth, and touch her hair,Put the curves of youth to rout;But the “something” God put there,That which drew me to her first,Not the imps of pain and care,Not all sorrow’s fiends accurst,Can kill the look that God put there.Something beautiful and rare,Nothing common can destroy;Not all the leaden load of care,Not all the dross of earth’s alloy;Better than all fame or gold,True as only God’s own truth,It is something all hearts holdWho have loved once in their youth.That sweet look her face doth holdThus will ever be to me;Joy may all her pinions fold,Care may come and misery;Through the days of murk and shine,Though the roads be foul or fair,I will see through love’s glad eyneThat sweet look that God put there.
Timemay set his fingers there,Fix the smiles that curve aboutHer winsome mouth, and touch her hair,Put the curves of youth to rout;But the “something” God put there,That which drew me to her first,Not the imps of pain and care,Not all sorrow’s fiends accurst,Can kill the look that God put there.Something beautiful and rare,Nothing common can destroy;Not all the leaden load of care,Not all the dross of earth’s alloy;Better than all fame or gold,True as only God’s own truth,It is something all hearts holdWho have loved once in their youth.That sweet look her face doth holdThus will ever be to me;Joy may all her pinions fold,Care may come and misery;Through the days of murk and shine,Though the roads be foul or fair,I will see through love’s glad eyneThat sweet look that God put there.
Timemay set his fingers there,Fix the smiles that curve aboutHer winsome mouth, and touch her hair,Put the curves of youth to rout;But the “something” God put there,That which drew me to her first,Not the imps of pain and care,Not all sorrow’s fiends accurst,Can kill the look that God put there.
Something beautiful and rare,Nothing common can destroy;Not all the leaden load of care,Not all the dross of earth’s alloy;Better than all fame or gold,True as only God’s own truth,It is something all hearts holdWho have loved once in their youth.
That sweet look her face doth holdThus will ever be to me;Joy may all her pinions fold,Care may come and misery;Through the days of murk and shine,Though the roads be foul or fair,I will see through love’s glad eyneThat sweet look that God put there.